***A/N: Look at that Lego, I got you two chapters, guess you weren't
expecting that, huh, I guess I'll get back to typing, I hope you like this.
To every one else: Don't forget to review.***
Zelda came to on an old sofa and realized she knew nothing of what had just happened or where she was. At her attempts to get out of the couch she kicked something fleshy and gasped, but still wasn't quite sure why. It might have been the pain in her head, or the person she had stepped on, maybe neither, maybe both. She bolted upright all the same which resulted in a headrush and the body at her feet moving. That was when Zelda took the time to take in her surroundings, it was a grassy plot of land with a single sofa and dumpster a little ways off, it was surrounded by trees, being lit up by the sun's rays as it-was it rising--?
"Hey, you okay?" A groggy voice at Zelda's feet asked.
"Got a fricking headache," Zelda grumbled, "Who the hell are you?"
A grubby greaser with dark brown hair, nearly black, that had been cut, but was growing back was peering at her with sad dark eyes. He looked to be underfed, but given he was a Greaser that was a definite probability. He was short with a young face that had witnessed unspeakable horrors, but the rate of innocence he projected was diminshed by the pack of cigarettes leaning out of his pants pocket, making him roughly seventeen, if even that was a decent guess. "Just helpin you out in a sticky situation," his sly grin was sad, but it provoked a smile from a thoroughly pissed off Zelda.
"Okay," she replied gruffly regaining her composure, "I gotta go." She teetered a bit as she stood up and the boy got up with her.
"You need help gettin' home?"
"Only so many stalkers at a time please, when I take care of the Corvair kids, I'll reopen the position."
"I was just offerin' help, like I got your back."
"And you displayed a good demonstration---I think." Zelda paused unable to remember most of the previous nights events, but not having the guts to ask this stranger as it would hurt her pride.
Sometime later, Zelda stumbled into the front door of her house where Darry bolted off the couch, "Oh guys---Come on! Vonn, I'm gonna kick your ass when I get a hold of you."
Yvonne appeared from the kitchen, "Shouldn't I be the maternal figure and saying that line to you?"
"You were the one who let a guy sleep over your house unchaperoned."
"You were the one who left last night and never came back, I have no idea where you've been."
"Call it a draw then?" Zelda pleaded easing up.
"Fine."
"Darry, I want you outta this house pronto!" Zelda yelled from the kitchen.
"And I want to know what happened." Yvonne said in a lighter tone.
"I can recount to the best of my ability," Zelda tried.
"And that would be?"
"That Darry hasn't left yet!" Zelda exclaimed.
"Darry, leave, me and Zee have some bonding to do." Yvonne called.
Darry made an appearance in the kitchen, "Hope you're feeling better, sorry, bout the misunderstanding Zee."
Zelda rounded on Darry, "No one calls me Zee, save my sister."
Darry recoiled and nodded then flew out the door, the screen door clapping as a reminder.
"So?" Yvonne asked.
Zelda recounted the story to the best of her ability, she had always confided in her sister, and had never lied to her. She told her about the Corvair, and the leather noises that led up to her getting jumped at the park, how she got knocked out, and how she woke up in an empty lot on a sofa with a stranger at her feet because that was the part she was having trouble getting over.
Yvonne was a good sister and listened, never interrupting, though questioned some of the things her younger sister had done in the end. "Was he tough?" She asked.
"Cute, didn't look like he'd hurt a fly."
"What's his name?"
Zelda faltered, the boy had never told her his name, and Zelda said so.
"A nameless stalker, this could get interesting."
***A/N: But us die-hard Outsider fans ought to know who the nameless stalker is, if not, wait for the next few chapters, and as always, I love hearing from you.***
Zelda came to on an old sofa and realized she knew nothing of what had just happened or where she was. At her attempts to get out of the couch she kicked something fleshy and gasped, but still wasn't quite sure why. It might have been the pain in her head, or the person she had stepped on, maybe neither, maybe both. She bolted upright all the same which resulted in a headrush and the body at her feet moving. That was when Zelda took the time to take in her surroundings, it was a grassy plot of land with a single sofa and dumpster a little ways off, it was surrounded by trees, being lit up by the sun's rays as it-was it rising--?
"Hey, you okay?" A groggy voice at Zelda's feet asked.
"Got a fricking headache," Zelda grumbled, "Who the hell are you?"
A grubby greaser with dark brown hair, nearly black, that had been cut, but was growing back was peering at her with sad dark eyes. He looked to be underfed, but given he was a Greaser that was a definite probability. He was short with a young face that had witnessed unspeakable horrors, but the rate of innocence he projected was diminshed by the pack of cigarettes leaning out of his pants pocket, making him roughly seventeen, if even that was a decent guess. "Just helpin you out in a sticky situation," his sly grin was sad, but it provoked a smile from a thoroughly pissed off Zelda.
"Okay," she replied gruffly regaining her composure, "I gotta go." She teetered a bit as she stood up and the boy got up with her.
"You need help gettin' home?"
"Only so many stalkers at a time please, when I take care of the Corvair kids, I'll reopen the position."
"I was just offerin' help, like I got your back."
"And you displayed a good demonstration---I think." Zelda paused unable to remember most of the previous nights events, but not having the guts to ask this stranger as it would hurt her pride.
Sometime later, Zelda stumbled into the front door of her house where Darry bolted off the couch, "Oh guys---Come on! Vonn, I'm gonna kick your ass when I get a hold of you."
Yvonne appeared from the kitchen, "Shouldn't I be the maternal figure and saying that line to you?"
"You were the one who let a guy sleep over your house unchaperoned."
"You were the one who left last night and never came back, I have no idea where you've been."
"Call it a draw then?" Zelda pleaded easing up.
"Fine."
"Darry, I want you outta this house pronto!" Zelda yelled from the kitchen.
"And I want to know what happened." Yvonne said in a lighter tone.
"I can recount to the best of my ability," Zelda tried.
"And that would be?"
"That Darry hasn't left yet!" Zelda exclaimed.
"Darry, leave, me and Zee have some bonding to do." Yvonne called.
Darry made an appearance in the kitchen, "Hope you're feeling better, sorry, bout the misunderstanding Zee."
Zelda rounded on Darry, "No one calls me Zee, save my sister."
Darry recoiled and nodded then flew out the door, the screen door clapping as a reminder.
"So?" Yvonne asked.
Zelda recounted the story to the best of her ability, she had always confided in her sister, and had never lied to her. She told her about the Corvair, and the leather noises that led up to her getting jumped at the park, how she got knocked out, and how she woke up in an empty lot on a sofa with a stranger at her feet because that was the part she was having trouble getting over.
Yvonne was a good sister and listened, never interrupting, though questioned some of the things her younger sister had done in the end. "Was he tough?" She asked.
"Cute, didn't look like he'd hurt a fly."
"What's his name?"
Zelda faltered, the boy had never told her his name, and Zelda said so.
"A nameless stalker, this could get interesting."
***A/N: But us die-hard Outsider fans ought to know who the nameless stalker is, if not, wait for the next few chapters, and as always, I love hearing from you.***